They'll
be no apologies for this is shameless example of wank-media. I will say only
that it is a fictional account. I am not a fan of the old fashion disclaimers,
so I will preface this story as a teaser instead of a warning.

jet2larkin (at) gmail (dot) com

Hey Teacher, leave those kids alone!

Conan and Iolo:
(pronunciation, Yolo)

by Larkin

Part 3,Flying under
the Radar:

Iolo and I passed each other in the hall on the way to
class.Our eyes met and followed each
other in silent acknowledgementbut we
didn't turn our heads to give anyone else the idea that we had a secret between
us.

Because Iolo had made an almost public declaration about
being gay the moment he was promoted from the middle school, he was called
faggot by all the jocks. The more
civilized would just call him a flamer and the girls didn't care one way or
another.In spite of this, Iolo didn't
let the cruel and derisive remarks ruin his day.When challenged, he would always stand his
ground and end up letting the other guy make himself look stupid.Iolo always had the last word which was
clever and cutting or incredibly funny.

Although Iolo would tell me that I was good looking,I thought of myself as nondescript and
ordinary.My defense in life was to
blend in so as not to be singled out.I
feared the idea of being made into a spectacle.
In contrast, Iolo was a walking spectacle and all eyes followed him when
he walked down the halls.

Iolo's casual friends consisted mostly of unattached
girls.Over-weight girls especially
liked him and he accepted them as they accepted him.The problem was that most guys thought that
whatever Iolo had was catchy and to be honest, so did I.Just being around him made you a prime
suspect.

Right or wrong, Iolo knew that I was affected by this
prejudice and he met me half-way by keeping our association secret.Although he was just a little younger than
me, he explained how things like school are designed to keep us all in line and
how anything that doesn't fit perfectly must be destroyed.

This was before cell phones so sometimes he'd pass me a note
in the hall or use a fat girl as a currier.

Cya at 3:30, I am so
ready!

or

You are so fuckin
yummy!

I was afraid of being found out but the risk was
unbelievable exciting...

I used to jerk off at least once a day and sometimes
twice.It was quick and secretive.I did it out of necessity so that I could
think straight.When I look back on it I
really should have stretched it out and made more fun out of it but since I
never had sex with anyone, I guess I had no real references.All this changed once I met Iolo.

After school, I would walk to Iolo's by a different
route.I would climb the stairs and pray
that Frank, his brother wouldn't be there to fuck things up.The door would open and I would be pulled
into an embrace with Iolo.I was hard
before he could even get it out of my pants and once he did we wenttripping and tumbling into his tiny room and
shut the door.

He'd say, "Let me do everything,"

He would undress me and stroke me and we'd kiss.In my mind I knew that there was something
more to this than just sex.I was more
than growing accustom to Iolo's eccentricities andin these encounters there was more intensity
than I had ever felt in my life and I wanted it.

Once I came, we'd cool out and talk in soft tones. I'd put
my arm around him and hold him close.It
was during these times that Iolo would tell me that we weren't doing anything
bad and that we are suppose to enjoy each other or else why would we be able to
do it... Iolo's logic was gradually beginning to chip away at all my preconceptions.

"Iolo, you didn't cum, Let me jerk you off."

He smiled and said, "Are you sure, that's pretty queer,
ya know?"

I nodded and said, "It is only fair, don't you
think?"

Yolo said, "One condition, we kiss at the same
time."

We did it and he came and I for the second time.Iolo had taken a simple mutual JO and turned
it into an expression of love.

But then,.. there was my own Mother.My Mother was an authoritarian and completely
inflexible.She might not have chosen
the clothes I wore but they were subject to her approval.A single mom,she worked hard as an accountant.
She constantly reminded me, she paid the bills and so she made the
rules.

I was scared of her finding about my secretive affair with
an outrageously feminine boy.I
couldn't imagine what she would do..For
this reason, any time Iolo and I would get together, it would be at his
home.